SmotherGames

Carlos, through all the confusion, had lost sight of his pals. He had hoped to perhaps catch sight of them before the smother. Once again the column shuffled to a halt as two young women looked over the victims. A tall sexy blonde pulled his pal Markus from the line. His young face was radiant. Carlos felt a strong tinge of jealousy especially when she and her companion turned to lead the youths away. Both young women had the most magnificent and
perfectly formed posteriors you could imagine. As Carlos passed, he called to
his pal. Markus turned and smiled. The women seemed nice and patted Markus
affectionately on the head. Markus waived and shouted "good luck!" The column
moved on and soon the young women and their victims passed from sight.

At last they arrived at their destination. Carlos didn't get to see much of the building. An attendant came around and offered them water or fresh fruit. Young Carlos had never at any point in his brief life known such kindness. He knew that he would pay for this with his life but that was of no consequence. He thought it was much better to be smothered by some majestic beauty than to suffer for years as a nameless slave. One attendant, a young
girl, was making her way amongst the prisoners, putting a light coat of fragrance on
their noses. Over the next few hours an older women or young attendant would
come in and select a few victims to be distributed to the Glambabes. At last it
was Carlos’s turn. His short journey through life would come to an end.

He was led down a long Sorority House hallway. Along the hall were a number of rooms, or
rather more like open stalls. He looked inside and saw some intense smothering
going on. Many of the women were being quite loud about it and moaning in
pleasure as orgasm after orgasm swept over their bodies. Attendants were frantically dragging body after body away. "Here" the women said pointing to a stall.

Carlos's breath was taken away when he saw her. She was a tall beauty with long black hair. In-shape and retaining all of her feminine charms. "Over here, lay down here" she said impatiently. The youth regained his senses and obediently lay where indicated. He placed is head on a large soft pink pillow. She then lowered herself down over his face for a "69" position. This raven haired goddess had a glistening thick mat of jet black pubic hair. She
was well lubricated probably from the ”excitement” of all of the kills she'd performed so far that day. He had watched in almost slow motion as she lowered herself onto him. He
felt her gently wiggle her hips, working his nose deep inside her. Next she spread her legs wide and began a slow circular hip grinding. He could see out from under her just a tiny bit. Carlos wanted to giggle for her soft pubic hair was rubbing against his face tickling him.

Gradually her pumping and grinding was making him dizzy even though he was
desperately trying to remain conscious. With a precision of a Glambabe Master
she worked his nose around inside her. Then he could feel it, the often talked
about ethereal bonding between a woman and her victim. It was beautiful - they
were uniting as one. It was like some warm hot erotic sensual bath. He
couldn't believe it. Young Carlos had never experienced such beauty in his
life. Wave after wave of savage passion swept over both of them. With each
wave they rose to a new level. Then, at the height of the most intense
emotional experience of his young life young Carlos died. He surrendered
willingly. Sophie, well satisfied, climbed off his inert body. A young attendant
quickly drug his body away. When dragging away Carlos's body she had noticed
a slight smile on his face. She had seen the same smile on many such victims.

After her first month of work Shelly had accumulated a large number of kills. She would still have a long way to go to even get near the 2,300 or more that the twins had each accumulated or the 1,600 that their mother had accounted for. Even some of the youngest Glambabes had accounted for several thousand victims already. The twins recounted that they had made their first kills as very young girls and that the victims had been fully grown men. Hard to believe but Sophie had seen some of these young Glambabes in action. One mere wisp of a girl,
Victoria, was incredibly aggressive and would take on any male. Some of them
would even go so far as to laugh at the antics of such a small girl, but within half an hour an attendant would be seen dragging his inert body away.

Tradition called for the girls to stand spread legged over their first victim’s face until given the OK to begin. The adjudictrixes occupied a mat at the front of the arena and all the Glambabes stood ready positioned over a young male.

"Well girls, you know what you have to do so let's get it on!" She said
excitedly.

Sophie closed her eyes and slowly lowered herself onto her victims face for a
reverse squat smother. She gasped when she felt his warm nose press deep into
her butt. Shelly chose a standard straddle smother with her victims nose pressed
deep up her wet vagina. Instinctively they all began to pump and grind down on
their victims. This constant pumping served two purposes. First it felt
delicious, working the victims nose all around inside. Second, the pumping
tended to put the victim in a stupor or dazed state and made it much easier to
complete the kill without a lot of struggling.

The Teams Grab and Capture Event was now underway. Half of the men were frantically trying to run away from the 4 teams of 4 gorgeous, elegant and skillful lassooists. It was a hopeless task. The other half were soon to be released into the arena too, in three smaller batches when most of the early ones had been caught and sat on, a sweet surrender awaited them all. The smothering was habit forming and it did not stop during a women's period. Sophie found she now had an enormous wet patch, hers was not period-related, unlike that of Angelina.

At last in addition to the long-established individual events, team events were beginning to take place. This one was a free-run with lassoes. Young victims were turned loose in the open area to try to run from the predatory Glambabe's. One by one, they were caught and smothered. After they were smothered, the women had to drag the body to a collection point. The team of women with the most kills generally won. The Illinoians seemed to excel in this as their long legs gave them an advantage in running. Laughter erupted in the stands when one small lad managed to outwit his pursuer, a tall and powerfully build Ohian. She had a lot
of rage and could have crushed her victims skull between her thighs - if she could catch him. She was angrier and angrier by the minute and even stopped long enough to shake a fist at the laughing onlookers. At last she caught him and pulled the lad down for a deep-ass smother. Finally the body of her first and not last but possibly least victim was dragged out.

With a loud shout more victims were released. The adolescent males ran frantically in all directions like small fish scattering from a predator. Seconds later the women had already caught all of them in their lassoes. It was a thrilling and exciting moment as the women whooped and yelled triumphantly. Victim after victim was being brought down all around her. Sophie concentrated on one particular youth. Finally she caught him and was about to pull him down when a young teenage girl, a true Amazon, pulled him down. She quickly tucked him under her in a squat smother.

Just at that second a young lad, fleeing a pursuer, ran headlong into Sophie. She then brought him down in a reverse squat smother. The young Amazon shrugged her shoulders about grabbing Sophie's victim. "Don't worry Sophie said" its such a mess out here it was bound to happen." Sophie said while keeping up a steady stroking on her victim. It was too early in the smothering for a kill to have taken place so the women could relax a bit while they
smothered. Many of them spent their time smothering and talking to whomever was
near them.

"What's your name?" the young Amazon asked. "Sophie, what's yours?" she replied.
"Gabrielle." It was a nice pleasant name. Somehow the pretty Amazon looked familiar, it was as it they had known or would know each other. She was a nice pleasant girl with an expert and well developed squat smother technique. "Kill many victims?" Sophie asked. "Tens of thousands, that's all we do between and during events." Then the girl made a curious statement. "Do I know you? Somehow I think I know you. It's weird." Sophie was surprised by this question especially when she was about to ask the same thing. Their pleasant visit came to a conclusion when the girl's young male expired. Sophie hurried to complete her
kill as well. Frantically she half drug and carried the body of her victim to the collection point.

Young males were swarming all around when Sophie reached for one. She caught him
by the hair and spun him to the ground. He landed with a thud, the wind knocked out of him. Just then a tall blonde Ohian laid down on his face in a "69" working his nose up tight into her. She looked up at Sophie and laughed. Sophie was furious at this blonde giant, she was contemplating knocking her for a good one but this was the Glambabe Olympics and she had to maintain her composure.

There was no time to stand around and argue so she made a dive for another small youth. She caught him by the wrist and pulled him down. She then mounted him in a "69". She was behind the blonde barbarian and got a close up view as the women furiously pumped hard on her captive. She was a big powerful women with a strong grinding hip motion. Very little was visible of her victim's head. She had all but consumed his small head up into her body. Just then Sophie heard a familiar voice, the young Amazon Gabrielle, she had a victim and was
preparing to mount him in a straddle smother. "She's the reigning "69" champion." Indicating to the giant blonde barbarian. "I'm scheduled for that event," Sophie said. "Well good luck, you'll need it, she's a terror. Champion 3 times in a row. Not even any of my sister Amazons are as good." The young girl replied while she worked her victims nose deep inside her.

Sophie asked the girl what events she was scheduled for and would make an effort to watch out for her. Gabrielle was very proud of her squat and reverse squat smother and had entered most of the events. Their conversation was interrupted when the blonde giantess completed her kill. She casually tucked the body of her victim under her arm and walked over to the collection point. She flung him on top of the pile like he was a rag doll.

Before long, 17 of the men had already been caught and thoroughly tied up with lassoo rope, and found that they were having some of the most divine asses in human history pressed down over their faces.

With a slow patient voice Sophie began to explain. “My name is Sophie and I was thinking, you would have made such a nice husband and father - ah but in bed women sometimes cannot hold back on their wild uncontrolled passion. Would you be up to it?" Sophie forced herself to listen to his words but he could not speak through her anchored in place ass, and soon, like the others, he too was no more.

Everything was thrown into turmoil. Victims were now being smothered "artistically". A victims nose that casually might slip out of a women's body was now a major mistake. Nicola was very upset when this happened to two of her victims. The judging was very specific, a simple everyday occurrence like that might cost them valuable points. Sophie, while pumping away on a young lad, also felt his nose slip out of place. Quickly she reacted to correct the
error. She had always felt pride in her smothering techniques and now some twerp of a judge was to watch closely for flaws.

The very successful glambabe Sarah-Jane was about to mount a lassooed young victim in a
squat smother when he cried out "Sarah-Jane". "Sarah-Jane, do you remember me, Chris Lewis, from your school." Sarah-Jane thought for a second and remembered a small obnoxious boy that used to throw stones. "Well you've grown up," she said kneeling next to his head. They talked briefly, even laughed over the ridiculous pompous mayor, the antics of the village drunk and other amusing things of their past. Though she knew the young male laying at her feet she also knew she had to smother him. His love for Sarah-Jane was very
intense and hadn't wavered. This secret, as best Sophie could guess, involved
his position as a pilot or perhaps involved her curvy beauty itsself.

Samantha was nearby, astride a victim and asked if Sarah-Jane wanted to switch with her so she wouldn't have to smother Chris. "No please, I will get my revenge on this turnip, and as for his friend, Sophie will you please do it. I couldn't think a more beautiful death than to be smothered by you." Young Matt, Chris’s friend started looking up at her. "All right Chris, but I'm not going to work on you for a long time. You'll be a short-term victim."

Long-term victims were just that. Sometimes a Glambabe would come across a
particularly handsome victim and they would send them off the cliff unconscious, then come back for him later on, take him home with her, and smother them when not otherwise on
another victim. Long-term victims could last for months. Chris's handsome brown eyes came alive with excitement at the prospect of having Sophie's beautiful body continuously astride him. One hard and fast rule of the Glambabes was No Mercy On Victims! Sophie firmly stated this to Chris right away so he would know right where they stood, not that what she said would matter two minutes from now anyway, but laying down the ground rules was a principle that mattered to the babes. She also casually informed him that she would smother him to death, and that at home, she has an ample supply of prisoners to smother whenever she felt like it. It could be tomorrow, next week or two months from now that one of them meets their ultimate capitulation.

Chris seemed content with her entitlement to such an ample supply. Looking over one of the cute attendants Chris whispered to Sophie. "Does that no mercy rule apply to the attendants?" Sophie smiled and whispered "No" to the mischievous Chris. “But the attendants only prepare the doomed, and right now none are as doomed as you,” with that she pressed down hard and permanently on his face.

Events such as this were not measured solely on how many victims could be smothered but also on how expertly it was accomplished. She would a number of victims and the chance to show her skills. The first kill went off without a hitch and she received a high score. Next a pretty Wisconsinian Glambabe did a magnificent straddle smother on her victim. Many other fine Glambabes racked up impressive scores.

Sophie was stroking hard on her prone victim with a judge watching intently then
tragedy struck, kinda. Sophie felt his nose slip out from inside her. The judges frowned and made a note. Sophie was allowed to complete the kill but she knew she'd screwed up big time. "penalty points" in big letters was posted next to her team’s name on the Master Listing.

The smothering continued furiously for nearly the next two hours. It was exhausting but nobody was relieved when a trumpet sounded to cease the event, as the final male had finally been done. When the final tally was made, the Ohio girls had won the event. They were so
tired they hardly had the energy to celebrate.

The rescue of crooks’ trapped souls went on for hours, and the audience was getting the full benefit of this. Whenever the Glambabes’ houses emptied of victims, the Glambabes would go to the local jail to pick up their next batch immediately, they never liked to skip a day,
as they lustfully contributed to the decriminalization of the region. And the prisons were never half-empty, as the courtrooms turned a large volume of males to the smothering cells each hour.

Sophie couldn't help but notice that each victim kind of embraced the ass that sits on him in appreciation and worship, a gesture that means more than a pat on the back to the appreciative Glambabes. A mans lips always seemed, while women were getting comfortable, about to get in the position to cause a man’s demise, stuck and pressed close to the particular Glambabe that was in the process of smothering them. A little appreciation went a long way.

Mid way through the BBWs’ Megasit the youths that had been up first lay dead or dying under the Megawomen. Some were already on their third victim, and there were hundreds more victims queuing to be next. Then suddenly, a male came leaping out of the audience, screaming “I admit it, it was me – that guy over there did not do what he was sentenced for.” “Is this true?” asked one of the MegaGoddesses of the next in line “yes, but I too have sinned this year” – “We

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Mid way through the BBWs' Megasit the youths that had been up first
lay dead or dying under the Megawomen. Some were already on their
third victim, and there were hundreds more victims queuing to be
next. Then suddenly, a male came leaping out of the audience,
screaming "I admit it, it was me – that guy over there did not do
what he was sentenced for." "Is this true?" asked one of the
MegaGoddesses of the next in line "yes, but I too have sinned this
year" – "Well, then, you shall have your choice of SSBBWs to be
megasat on, while the man who waited until now to reveal the truth
will have no choice but be sat on by the biggest woman of all, the
574 pound Mount Patty, right now. And so, once again, justice had
been served, and there was more and more room in the prisons for new
cases to be tried and more men to be sentenced.

Just then, as both men were being smothered, the young noses still
glistening from the
lubricating juice that came out of the BBWs cracks, the strangest
thing happened. Three more men came out and volunteered to be next,
and all three were duly put to the front of the queue and smothered.
The first confessed to also having taken part in the robbery of a
convenience store, taking part in the same incident ass the above.
The second admitted to stealing from the fridge of a SSBBW sorority
and not having been caught, and the third was sent there by his wife,
who had no tolerance or understanding for him forgetting their second
wedding anniversary.